Meghan’s P.O.V.
***10 years ago***
My fingers clutched the straps of my backpack as I pushed through the front door. I had had an OK day at school—a pop quiz I was mostly prepared for, a lunch spent laughing with friends—but as I stepped into the house, I somehow sensed it. An unmistakable tension filled the air, heavy and stifling. Something was wrong.
“Mom?” I called out, frowning at the quiet.
I barely had time to set my bag down before my mother appeared at the door opening leading into the living room, wide-eyed and pale, her mouth set in a tight line. My father was right behind her, his arm around my mother’s shoulders as if he were holding her up.
“What’s going on?” My heart pounded as I glanced between my parents, and then I noticed my brother, Body, in the living room as my m
